Juneathon 25/26 – away

Yesterday’s Juneathon effort was wrangling Mini-Ginge around a field whilst trying to erect a tent. People were amazed when we took an eight month old camping, however that was the easy bit. Last year if we put him down, he stayed put or at worst, crawled off a few feet. This year he just legs it AND has an opinion on most things (usually expressed with a loud “NO NO NO NO NO”). 

Anyway, thanks to Ginge we have a well assembled tent, are still on speaking terms and our child hasn’t been devoured by a sheep. So we shall declare yesterday to be a success. 

Today I took my spanky new technology out for a trot around the local farmland. Thanks to the magic GPS finder (not the technical term), new Miles is able to find his satellite in super fast time. Basically, he has a nosy where all the satellites are going to be and then it’s easier to find them. In contrast, old Miles took the  approach of wearing a blindfold, spinning round three times and trying to pin the tail on the metaphorical donkey. In space. It was always a bit like trying to harpoon a Clanger. 

Anyway, new Miles doesn’t help me procrastinate by taking half an hour to find a satellite so off I popped. After a couple of miles I decided to have a breather, but realised that I didn’t know how to pause him. In the process of trying to do so, I accidentally ended my run and finished up with a 2 mile run and a 1 mile run done in quick succession. Back at the tent, I was able to download my runs to my phone which I still feel is some kind of sorcery.

Juneathon 24/30 – Farewell dear Miles

First off, let’s gloss over days 22 and 23. I went to work, did errands (does buying new running kit count for Juneathon?), slouched, slept, went to work, tied up lose ends before holidays, ate gorgeous food, slouched and slept.

Had our nearby opticians not closed early for staff training, I would have had a brand spanky new bit of technology on Tuesday (they take in our parcels for us) and might have been inspired to do a quick run. However, all I could do was look mournfully out of the window and wait for Wednesday morning.

Unfortunately, I had to do an early run so that I could get my hair cut at ten, which has given me chance for a last hurrah with Miles my aged but well loved  Garmin Forerunner 205. He has served me well over the past six years, but is getting a tiny bit tempremental, he’s not beeped for a couple of years and it is a little like wearing a shoebox on your wrist. I have also fallen out with Garmin since it lost all of the satellite data from my race in San Francisco last year – I really wanted that map.

So this morning, we embarked on a random run, with the intention of doing between three and six miles. I set off with Miles showing me metric units as I had a 10k in mind, which totally threw me as I couldn’t translate minutes/mile into minutes/km. At first this was liberating, but it rapidly became annoying and I kept switching between the two. I struggled to settle into the run and took numerous walking breaks (a combination of my head talking me down, the sun and slightly weary legs).

I perservered because (a) I am doing a 10k with Hels on Sunday and (b) I wanted bling. If I did a 10k, I could claim my POW Virtual Running medal and bling is a big incentive for me. Basically I wanted one of these babies.

Image by POW Virtual RunningImage by POW Virtual Running

 Had it not been for the prospect of bling, I would have just done a few miles. I might have been a lot less red-faced at the hairdressers, but who really cares about that?

Juneathon 21/30 – back to square one

Today was supposed to be a long run day, but somehow the day slipped through my fingers. So I filled in with a Bootcamp session. This should have been day 5, but day 5 required a gym ball. I have not sat on a gym ball since  October 2013, when I was still full of baby and trying to encourage him to make an appearance. 

This is why my gym ball is still scrunched up in a drawer. So I improvised and went back to day one. I was slightly startled by how much more confident I felt, both following the routine and in how I was doing most of the exercises. A week ago I struggled to do even one kneeling press up, but now I can do my 10 reps with only a bit of a wobble at the end!

Juneathon 20/30 – nagged

At the stroke of midnight, as day 20 of Juneathon burst into life, I was cleaning up a sick-covered child. Not being a particularly sicky baby, I’m not too sure who was more shell-shocked by the experience. After I’d scooped him out of the cot, I sat down with him, thinking “I have never dealt with this situation and yet I am supposed to be able to solve it. Oh crap”. But then I think this probably sums up most aspects of parenthood. The de-sicked child perked up remarkably when he was allowed onto our bed, which is when he lulled us into a false sense of security and then puked on our bed too.

After a bit more sick, some mardy cuddles watching CBeebies and an epic nap,  Mini-Ginge seemed to be recharged and ready to nag mum into going for a walk. His nagging is subtle but effective. It mostly involves yanking me by the hand, stealing the house keys and trying to unlock the door. We made it about a quarter of a mile before he was spooked by two elderly ladies at the bus stop and demanded that we head back. Despite the fact that he decided that his legs didn’t work any more, he was determined to stay out so we weeded the gravel at the front of the house before heading in.

Where he promptly legged it to the back door and demanded to go out again.

Anyway, a short toddler speed walk is enough for a blagged Juneathon, but I didn’t want to blag today, so I did day four of my Beginner’s Bootcamp. This turned out to be a strong leg day, lots of squats and lunges, which might prove interesting on tomorrow’s long run.

(and can apologise for this being mostly a post about vomit with a brief mention of exercise)

Juneathon 17, 18 and 19/30

It’s never a good sign when I start lumping together Athon posts. Not only does it mean that I have missed the 24 hour ‘blogging’ deadline, but also that the ‘jogging’ part of the deal has gone a bit awry as well.

It started on Wednesday. I am normally off work on a Wednesday, but had swapped my days so that I could go to a meeting. So instead of a lovely day with Mini-Ginge, looking at ducks, playing in dirt and eating all of the grapes in the house, I was at my desk for 8. Whether or not my body knew that something was up and started to rebel, I don’t know, but I was knackered by 5. So much so that I fell asleep during Sarah and Duck (quack) – now I love Sarah and Duck, but I couldn’t keep my eyes open. It was only a brief nap and I was woken by the sense of a small, thumb-sucking presence who had appeared next to me. Staring. He went to bed, I had my tea, he decided that he needed to read another five books before he would go to sleep, Ginge was home about 9 ish and I was in bed by half past. I managed about a page of my book and I was gone.

Thursday I was off and managed to fit in three miles after Mini-Ginge had gone to his grandparents’ and before I was due to be picked up to go to our staff awards dinner. Due to a hint of procrastination (procrastination is actually far too smart a word, I was just arsing around with twitter), by the time I had run and arrived home, I had 40 minutes to get myself ready. On the plus side, I definitely didn’t need to bother with blusher, on the minus side, my make up slid off my red sweaty face like a beige avalanche. Sadly we didn’t win our award, but I did manage to get into a lovely frock that I haven’t been able to zip up for at least two years. So go me.

Tonight was the last of Ginge’s late nights. Phew. Mini-Ginge was collected, fed, watered, read to, pyjama-clad and put to bed, leaving me time to listen to The Archers, do the washing up and do day three of bootcamp. I’m possibly not doing this justice by missing a couple of days but I think I genuinely did need the rest on Wednesday and I found it hard to squeeze in a run and bootcamp yesterday (I made a pair of pyjama bottoms for Mini-Ginge while he was asleep, so I could have done it then, but they are fabulous pyjamas). I actually quite enjoy them, I’m feeling more confident that I’m not doing them completely wrong (even if I am quite wobbly and wonky) and it’s nice to do something different without even leaving the house.